Strength In Wind’s Sway
I live in a world with a tilted view,
crafted where corners were slightly slanted
Meek, yet not weak, I’m with those chosen few,
poet’s of society left stranded.
I grew up in a place called everywhere,
I’m versatile in thoughts I conceive
Though some live in dark crevices of fear,
I’ve found out many don’t live as they weave.
Propelled in motion from descriptive eyes,
never on the side lines of let it be
Ripple effects weep through indigo skies,
entwined with shadowy storms from the sea.
Minstrels drink ink without an inkling wrong,
so show compassion towards those without song.


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